I woke up one morning and decided to start a war

A beach was chosen and it was up to me

To give the signal to start the war

But I hesitated and the soldiers lost interest

And then fucked off to fight in another war

 

They laid me out on a crap table 

As they thought I was dead 

But I was very much alive 

And it was they who were dead

 

My directors chair remains unused

It is quite near the violence

Of the sea

But this does not worry me

As I am reading a book about my directors chair